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I have dropped off the face of the earth or so I feel now that I have been working. I have started officially at my new job on tuesday. Tuesday was boring. Wednesday was horribly boring where I felt unchallenged and that I sold out and had to meet a friend for a drink, and Thursday was exciting where I met a different friend and had nothing to complain about (my spanish roomie says that I am moody---perhaps I am, I always imagined storms flashing in my eyes) and today, today I am tired, it was a productive day, but I am tired. I feel old. It's friday, and all I want to do is read or write or close my eyes and pretend that I am asleep. Sunday my folks come up to drop things off at my new place and my kitten Max comes, so I am really looking forward to that. I am excited about relaxing this weekend. Might catch some live free music with my roomie and see a couple of friends on sunday and call a group of peruvian friends on sunday (and i mean a group! I am so excited that my friend, Maxi got it organized. She is wonderful), There is a part of me that misses Peru so so incredibly much, I am just looking for another excuse to live and work there again. I miss my friends there too much to go into without breaking. I don't quite recognize myself here, it is as if I am only playing a part.